[He sees those expressions, but he doesn't quite understand them. Maybe his name reminds her of one belonging to someone she's lost? Maybe it's some kind of God thing, something he has no way of understanding. At any rate, there is definite remorse softening his face, and he takes a couple of steps closer before stopping a bit awkwardly. He's really not sure why his first impulse toward comforting her was to hug someone who is still a stranger, not knowing that most people he's ever comforted in his short life were all like family to him, one way or another.

In response to her words, he bows deeply, gracefully.]

That is a really kind thing for you to say. Please accept my thanks.

[As he looks up, his eyes are alight with sheer devotion.] But really, I'm the one who should count myself lucky. It's an honor to serve him as my God. [Wow, that's an embarrassing amount of pure, unashamed feelings. Clearly something has survived the death of his memories, at least.]